His connection from the werewolf lab in town texted back and set me up with an interview the next week halfway through the drive, and I basically radiated excitement after that.
“Okay, Zoe and Emmy are the ones who were friends before you met,” Wyatt said.
“Right. Zoe teaches math, and Emmy is the early childhood education chick.”
“And Maya is the loner.”
“Yeah, she does her own thing. I think she’s involved in the werewolf world somehow, based on her reaction to Stella’s disappearance, but no one has confirmed it.”
“She teaches…”
“Cooking. She hates it. Despises it, honestly. She went to a fancy culinary school and loved working in a restaurant, but had some kind of issues with it that she refuses to get into with any of us. That was probably also related to the werewolf thing, actually.”
“How many of you actuallyliketeaching?” Wyatt asked.
“Good question. I’m honestly not sure. I know Zoe likes it more than she liked her job in finance before. Abby does, but she’s obviously teaching online now. Stella doesn’t hate it, but I think she’ll eventually end up quitting to run her online shop full time. Emmy likes teaching, but she hasn’t seen satisfied with the job for a while.”
“And you’re hopefully going to get a job working at a lab in town.”
“Yup. Werewolf studies for the win.” I held up a fist.
Wyatt bumped it with his own.
He told me about the rest of his packmates while we drove.
Connor—the one who minded his own business.
Finn—the one with themostcomplicated history with women.
Ethan—the charismatic one who was a pain in everyone’s ass and desperately wanted a mate.
Austin and Enzo—the chill couple everyone liked hanging out with.
Abby and Nico—the ringleaders, basically.
Stella and Graham—undecided, since they’d mated so recently.
There were a few other couples that were technically part of the pack but didn’t live in the forest. Their distance meant they were sort of on the outside. I tried to commit their names to memory too.
We pulled up in front of Emmy’s cute little house soon enough, and Wyatt’s eyebrows lifted.
“I know. It looks like something out of a fairytale,” I said. “Literally.”
The siding had been painted a lemony shade of yellow, with the decorative shutters and other trim done in a shade of pink that could only be described asbubblegum.
It wasn’t my cup of tea, but Emmy was obsessed, and who was I to tell her that most sane adults didn’t live in yellow and pink houses?
“Did it come like that?” Wyatt asked.
I snorted. “Nope. Wait until you see the inside.”
“Is it this bright?”
“Brighter. Kind of looks like a rainbow threw up in there.” I paused. “Adesignerrainbow. It’s somehow overly-colorful without looking ridiculous. You’ll see.”
Wyatt shrugged.
Abby knocked on my window, and I rolled it down.
